Clay lay across the wide bed, his body completely at ease, yet his mind had begun to wander far beyond the quiet room.
His breathing deepened.
His fingers twitched slightly against the sheets.
Then—
"No…!"
The word escaped his lips without restraint.
His brows tightened.
In his dream, everything felt different.
He stood alone in a place that stretched endlessly in all directions. The sky above was dark, not with clouds, but with something heavier. Something that felt like pressure pressing down from above. The ground beneath his feet was cracked and barren, as if it had been torn apart by countless battles.
And in the middle of it—
He stood.
But not as he was now.
Not relaxed.
Not amused.
Not in control.
He looked like someone who had lost everything.
His body felt lighter, weaker, incomplete. The strength that once filled him was gone, stripped away as if it had never belonged to him in the first place. His hands trembled slightly as he raised them before his eyes.
